Working Out Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Working Out

Rating: 5.0


Pull ups
Push ups
Curls
Rows
Stretches
Bends
Touch your toes
This is where the hour goes
As sweat drips from my nose
Muscles and tendons stretched
Strained but then re-grows
Aches and pains galore
But I'm beginning to like it more
Even though right now I'm sore
I have to get used to it
Many more days in store
The workouts I still dread
But I'd rather get back in shape
To enjoy life more before I'm dead
Toughest part to train is my head

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